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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.