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 China 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
The Moody Blues,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Harmonia,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.