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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Pole to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Busters,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABC,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.