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 Cameroon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Japan,
Marc Almond,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Fall,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
MC5,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.