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 Madagascar and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Monks,
June Days,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.