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 United Kingdom and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Deadbeat,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Index,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.