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 Albania and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Technova,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.