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 Bangladesh and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Aural Exciters,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.