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 Guyana and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rod Modell,
The Associates,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.