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 Montenegro and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.