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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 The Moody Blues to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
X-101,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.