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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.