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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
The Moleskins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.