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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Sound Behaviour to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Index,
Mars,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Erasure,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.