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 Nauru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
DJ Sneak,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
Cluster,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.