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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Wings,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visage,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.