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 Cuba and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Flipper,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Ludus,
Rakim,
AZ,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.