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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slackers,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.