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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
John Lydon,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.