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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Searchers to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Byron Stingily,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Josef K,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.