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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Lyres to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.