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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Harpers Bizarre,
MC5,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.