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 Mexico and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
JFA,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Niagra,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Y Pants,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
The Neon Judgement,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.