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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.