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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Chrome,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.