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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blackbyrds to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
Moebius,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.