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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Franke,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Deakin,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.