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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
Steve Hackett,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Harmonia,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.