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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiopuhelimet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.