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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Hood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.