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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Althea and Donna to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Monks,
Ohio Players,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Ituana,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
The Cowsills,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Unwound,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.