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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Main Source,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Monks,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.