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 Dominican Republic and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the disco 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.