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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Wire,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.