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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 This Heat to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sam Rivers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.