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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 New York Dolls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Lungfish,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.