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 Ghana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Half Japanese,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
The Move,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.