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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.