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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The Trojans,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Monolake,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thee Headcoats,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.