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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 The J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.