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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
The Invisible,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Velvet Underground,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.