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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Black Flag 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.