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 St Lucia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Duran Duran to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
the Slits,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Pole,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Au Pairs,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.