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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.