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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
Brick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Scientists,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.