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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
The Human League,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Magma,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.