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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Quantec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
Chrome,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.