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 Samoa and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
Procol Harum,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Nils Olav,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Pole,
The Divine Comedy,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Gang Starr,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.