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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.