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 Oman and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Icehouse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.