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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unwound,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mandrill,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.