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 Zambia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Gang Starr,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.