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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.