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 Denmark and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Q65,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Arab on Radar,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Godley & Creme,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.