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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Dave Gahan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Terry Callier,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.