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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Eden Ahbez,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Cluster,
Whodini,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.