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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.