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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station 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?
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Hoover,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Moebius,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.