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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Victims to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Tres Demented,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.