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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Ituana,
Simply Red,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
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Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.