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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
James White and The Blacks,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.