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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.