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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
The Toasters,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Standells,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.