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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Human League,
John Holt,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.