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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
Hashim,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.