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 Malaysia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.