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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Gong to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Flag,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.