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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
The Move,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.