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 East Timor and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Offenders to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
The Move,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.