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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Panda Bear,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
The Fall,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris & Cosey,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
MDC,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.