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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
UT,
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
PIL,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.