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 Spain and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Columbus and Manila.
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 arpeggiator 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
CMW,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.