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 Somalia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Slave to the dance 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Black Flag,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
The Seeds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.