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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Country Teasers,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.