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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Kas Product,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.