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 China and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
The Five Americans,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.