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 Israel and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Slits 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
UT,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.