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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
The Fugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.