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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
The Smiths,
Blossom Toes,
AZ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.