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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Japan to the grime 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Massinfluence,
Desert Stars,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.