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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Lungfish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
June of 44,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.