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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Massinfluence,
Kas Product,
10cc,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.