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 Peru and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Make Up,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.