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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood 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?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Whodini,
Mars,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Q65,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Zapp,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.