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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minor Threat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
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 The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
MC5,
Deepchord,
The Move,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.