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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MC5,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.