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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.