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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.