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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Eli Mardock,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.