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 Denmark and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 The Dead C 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Faust,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
Schoolly D,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.