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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
Crash Course in Science,
Dead Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Can,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Average White Band,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Smog,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.