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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Slave to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Residents,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Anakelly,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.