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 Moldova and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Ronan,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.