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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Byron Stingily,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
John Holt,
Boredoms,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Howard Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.