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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Cluster,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.