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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Von Mondo 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Niagra,
Faust,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Bauhaus,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.