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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.