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 Comoros and from Bremen.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 James White and The Blacks to the dance 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.