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 Korea North and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Television,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Severed Heads,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Rapeman,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.