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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
FM Einheit,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.