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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
The Red Krayola,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
Al Stewart,
Morten Harket,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.