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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Darondo,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Wire,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.