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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
June Days,
10cc,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.