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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Slackers to the rock 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.