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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dead Boys to the dance 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Peter & Gordon,
La Düsseldorf,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Organ,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.