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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Rhythm & Sound,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Cheater Slicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Blancmange,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.