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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Alphaville,
Chrome,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Josef K,
AZ,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.