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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.