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 Russia and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Pussy Galore,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Wings,
Mars,
Hoover,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.