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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
The Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.