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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.