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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Audionom,
Faust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Accadde A,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.