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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Michelle Simonal,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Slave,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
ABC,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Monks,
JFA,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
The Pretty Things,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.