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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Wire,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.