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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Hoover to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Crime,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Residents,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.