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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Bad Manners to the punk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Visage 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang of Four,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.