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 Samoa and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ronan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Pulsallama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Urselle,
DNA,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronan,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.