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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.