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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 a-ha to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Cameo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.