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 Italy 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Eli Mardock,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MDC,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.