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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Swans,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.