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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Crooked Eye,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.