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 Australia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gories to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
FM Einheit,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Visage,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.