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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Little Man,
Make Up,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.