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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Niagra,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.