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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.