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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Sun Ra,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.