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 Libya and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Radiopuhelimet,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Donald Byrd,
June Days,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.