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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
PIL,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.