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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Patti Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.