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 France and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.