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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Franke,
Brass Construction,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Aloha Tigers,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.