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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
CMW,
Television,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.