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 Chad and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.