Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.