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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.