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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Fat Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.