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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Kenny Larkin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rufus Thomas,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.