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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Beau Brummels to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.