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 Oman and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Neu!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Bill Near,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.