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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Average White Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Mission of Burma,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.