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 Japan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
10cc,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.