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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Funky Four + One,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.