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 Japan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skriet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
The Toasters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.