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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Nico,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Sex Pistols,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fuzztones,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.