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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pylon to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Nico,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.