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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.