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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Lydon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
MC5,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.