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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Japan,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.