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 Norway and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ponytail,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.