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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.