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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.