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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Sex Pistols,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Zeros,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.