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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
The Names,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Television,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.