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 Syria 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the rock 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Sherman,
Maurizio,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.