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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Brick,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
June Days,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
The Index,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Monks,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.