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 Rwanda and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
This Heat,
Monks,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.