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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Barracudas to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.