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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 JFA 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Excepter,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Rapeman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.