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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Smog to the rock 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
ABC,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.