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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Model 500 to the rock 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Organ,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echospace,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.