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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Black Flag,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Scion,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Buzzcocks,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.