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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
KRS-One,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.