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 Chad and from Houston.
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 Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
The Invisible,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
UT,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amazonics,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.