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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monks to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Unwound,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Fear,
Jandek,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.