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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Lalann,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.