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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.