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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Parry Music,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.