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 Canada and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kinks to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
The American Breed,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.