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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Heaven 17,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Minor Threat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Spoonie Gee,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.