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 Burundi 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Liliput,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
Make Up,
Brick,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.