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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Standells to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
The Associates,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.