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 Colombia and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cramps,
Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Skaos,
Model 500,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.