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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 John Coltrane 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
The Techniques,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Marmalade,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.