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 Egypt and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.