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 Paraguay and from London.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
X-102,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alphaville,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
R.M.O.,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.