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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Remains to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Gichy Dan,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Make Up,
Gregory Isaacs,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Average White Band,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.