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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 the Germs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
The Standells,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Ludus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Make Up,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
David McCallum,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.