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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Television,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Magma,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.