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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Aswad,
Sparks,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
The Fall,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.