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 Mauritius and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
The Knickerbockers,
Barrington Levy,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Circle Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.