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 Qatar and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
JFA,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Parry Music,
Scientists,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.