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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.