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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.