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 Guinea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.