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 Germany and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Cale,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.