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 Thailand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Doobie Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glenn Branca,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.