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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Roxette,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.