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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Cramps to the funk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q65,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.