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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Bluetip,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Nas,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.