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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rakim 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Max Romeo,
Tim Buckley,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Oblivians,
Patti Smith,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.