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 Israel and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Simply Red to the grunge 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.