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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Faraquet to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
Swans,
the Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Beau Brummels,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.