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 Kuwait and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.