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 Kosovo and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
X-101,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.