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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.