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 Cameroon and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
K-Klass,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
The Monochrome Set,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.