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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Qualms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.