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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.