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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the rap 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Darondo,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.