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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.