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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Echospace,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Wally Richardson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.