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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Chrome,
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.