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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 JFA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
David McCallum,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
The Dead C,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.