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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Fear,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.