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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Technova,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.