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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.