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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Hardrive,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Charles Mingus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.