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 Indonesia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.