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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
The Selecter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.