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 Burundi and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Television,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Absolute Body Control,
The Invisible,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.