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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Visage,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Deepchord,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.