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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
The Knickerbockers,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.