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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
JFA,
David McCallum,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Skarface,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.