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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Mighty Diamonds to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Von Mondo,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Suicide,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.