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 Taiwan and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.