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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.