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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Kinks to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.