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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Pole,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Minor Threat,
Television,
Scion,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.