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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tomorrow 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick May,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gap Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.