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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.