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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.