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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
PIL,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Sex Pistols,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.