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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cramps to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.