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 Colombia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.