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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.