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 Qatar and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cameo to the grime 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.