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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The United States of America to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Wyatt,
Barry Ungar,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
MDC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.