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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.