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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.