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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.