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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
X-102,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.