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 Ghana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.