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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scratch Acid to the disco 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.