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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Rakim,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
The Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.