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 Eritrea and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Mantronix,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Ultravox,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.