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 Nauru and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
Alphaville,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Shoche,
CMW,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.