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 San Marino and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kaleidoscope,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Gong,
The Index,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
Lungfish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.