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 China and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
the Association,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.