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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins 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?
Wings,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.