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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
Silicon Teens,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster,
Frankie Knuckles,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.