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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Martian to the funk 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Fad Gadget,
China Crisis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
June of 44,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.