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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 the Germs to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Harmonia,
Ohio Players,
Patti Smith,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.