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 Philippines and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Tubeway Army,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.