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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
The Star Department,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.