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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Charles Mingus,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.