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 Australia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deakin,
The Index,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.