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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
the Bar-Kays,
Suburban Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MC5,
Chrome,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gong,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.