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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Marvin Gaye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Jandek,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Rekid,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.