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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Wire,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Sandy B,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.