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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Litter 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.