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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Golliwogs 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
10cc,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
Can,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.