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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
Malaria!,
Marshall Jefferson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.