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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
The Martian,
Subhumans,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.