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 United States and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.