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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Doors,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Goldenarms,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Wire,
The Slits,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yellowson,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.