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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
Outsiders,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
June of 44,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Make Up,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
John Lydon,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABC,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.