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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smoke to the grunge 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.