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 Vietnam and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Echospace to the electroclash 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-Ray Spex,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
EPMD,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.