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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 David Bowie to the punk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Moebius,
Pylon,
Television,
Eddi Front,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Kurtis Blow,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.