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 Senegal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Letta Mbulu to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
June of 44,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.