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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
Mark Hollis,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.