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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lalann to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Blancmange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Y Pants,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.