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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
the Germs,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Human League,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Arcadia,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.