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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Los Fastidios to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crime,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Soft Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.