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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.