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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Normal to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
John Coltrane,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.