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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
The Names,
Loose Ends,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Monks,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
Black Flag,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.