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 Belgium and from London.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
The Busters,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
UT,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Names,
Inner City,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.