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 Morocco and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Pet Shop Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Technova,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.