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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
the Swans,
June Days,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.