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 Libya 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Vladislav Delay to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Can,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
10cc,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
The Searchers,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.