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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow 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?
David Bowie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oneida,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.