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 Botswana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Tomorrow to the techno 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
the Bar-Kays,
Blancmange,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.