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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Parry Music,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Symarip,
New Order,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.