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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Can,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Archie Shepp,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
Funkadelic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
David McCallum,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.