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 Cyprus and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Associates 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
Roger Hodgson,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.