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 Bahrain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
Can,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Television,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Terry Callier,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.