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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Bill Wells,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.