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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Wire,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Erykah Badu,
Minutemen,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Susan Cadogan,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.