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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Smog,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arthur Verocai,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.