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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the funk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller 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?
Loose Ends,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.