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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe 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 Janne Schatter to the dance 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Tommy Roe,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Scion,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
The Barracudas,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Drexciya,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
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.