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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
Audionom,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.