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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Susan Cadogan,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
The Busters,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Gong,
Skaos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.