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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Hardrive,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mission of Burma,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Standells,
The Slits,
ABC,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.