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 South Africa 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.