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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
Faust,
Infiniti,
The Sound,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.