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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Pylon,
EPMD,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
New Order,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.