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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erasure to the electroclash 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
MDC,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Pus,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.