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 Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band 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 rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Marine Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.