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 Antigua and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Lyres,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.