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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
Warren Ellis,
Pole,
DJ Sneak,
One Last Wish,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skriet,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.