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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
48th St. Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.