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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Godley & Creme,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.