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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Aural Exciters,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
The Slackers,
the Bar-Kays,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.