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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Underground Resistance,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fluxion,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.