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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
The Real Kids,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.