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 Ghana and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps 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?
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.