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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.