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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
the Slits,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
CMW,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.