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 Syria and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Yaz,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
New Order,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rufus Thomas,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.