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 Micronesia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Can,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
June Days,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.