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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 J.B.'s to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Shoche,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Sandy B,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Ossler,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.