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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Faust,
Sällskapet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Monolake,
The Index,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.