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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Smoke,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.