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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid 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?
The Move,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.