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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
The Slits,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.