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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Ponytail,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.