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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Livin' Joy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.