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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Qualms to the punk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Shoche,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
Flipper,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glenn Branca,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
the Fania All-Stars,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.