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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the jazz 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Toni Rubio,
Sällskapet,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.