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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
X-101,
The Standells,
Can,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Section 25,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.