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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Von Mondo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
AZ,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Angry Samoans,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.