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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Associates,
UT,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.