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 Australia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.