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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
10cc,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Prince Buster,
Bronski Beat,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.