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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.