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 Panama and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 oboe 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Wasted Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
One Last Wish,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Clear Light,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.