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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
CMW,
Slave,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
Adolescents,
The Sound,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
The Move,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.