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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Interpol to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Jeff Lynne,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.