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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Happenings to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Howard Jones,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.