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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Kayak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Amazonics,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Zapp,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.