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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
The Busters,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.