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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 punk 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Happenings,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Ice-T,
Hoover,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
kango's stein massive,
Deakin,
Suicide,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Alice Coltrane,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.