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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
Ten City,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Faust,
Wolf Eyes,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.