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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.