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 Malaysia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
The Move,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.