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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 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 In Retrospect to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Severed Heads,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Can,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.