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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.