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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Zapp,
PIL,
Parry Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
This Heat,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.