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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Scan 7,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Can,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
a-ha,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
Slave,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Stiv Bators,
Boredoms,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.