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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Wings,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Qualms,
Buzzcocks,
The Count Five,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.