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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.