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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 snare 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 JFA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.