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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
10cc,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Qualms,
The Invisible,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Fad Gadget,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Dennis Brown,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Q65,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
KRS-One,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.