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 San Marino 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Television,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.