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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the funk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Germs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Ronan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.