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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the rock 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.