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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.