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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Zapp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The New Christs,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rufus Thomas,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.