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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Birthday Party to the rock 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Swell Maps,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.