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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harry Pussy,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Sonic Youth,
Scrapy,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.