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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Fugazi,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.