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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
ABBA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
The Litter,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Gong,
World's Most,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.