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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dave Gahan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
the Germs,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scan 7,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.