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 Denmark and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.