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 Uruguay 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Index,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
The Index,
The Fall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Q65,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.