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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 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 David McCallum to the jazz 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.