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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minor Threat 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.