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 Philippines and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
DNA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Blossom Toes,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.