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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.