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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camouflage to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Make Up,
Hashim,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.