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 Zimbabwe and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Ossler,
Skaos,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.