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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Barracudas to the techno 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.