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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Animal Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.