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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
Mars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eurythmics,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.