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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.