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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Jeff Lynne,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.