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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Roxy Music,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Judy Mowatt,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.