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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Gregory Isaacs,
MDC,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Metal Thangz,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.