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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Magma,
James White and The Blacks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.