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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.