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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Oblivians,
Can,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Nico,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.