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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Bush Tetras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.