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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
The Human League,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Roxette,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.