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 Greece and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalann 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Barry Ungar,
Al Stewart,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Circle Jerks,
The Standells,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.