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 Panama and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.