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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Intrusion,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
Smog,
The Happenings,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.