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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
The Move,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Pole,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Scion,
DJ Style,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.