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 Palau and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
The Smiths,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.