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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.