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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Index,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.