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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Index,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Kas Product,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.