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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Pagans to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Rekid,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.