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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Standells,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Fluxion,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Agent Orange,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.