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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Christie,
the Slits,
Q65,
Animal Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Amazonics,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.