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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
DNA,
Loose Ends,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Parry Music,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.