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 Korea South and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Siglo XX,
Faust,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Smog,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Cymande,
X-102,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.