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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Misunderstood to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
Excepter,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
E-Dancer,
Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.