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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Joyce Sims,
CMW,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.