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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Slits to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.