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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Pole,
The American Breed,
The Associates,
The Five Americans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
the Association,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.