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 Uruguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Chris Corsano,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.