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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Juan Atkins,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.