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 Haiti and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lower 48,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
June of 44,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
The Mummies,
UT,
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.