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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Seeds to the grunge 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Blossom Toes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.