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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.