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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Metal Thangz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.