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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.