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 Albania and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
JFA,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
T. Rex,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.