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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Lebanon Hanover to the electroclash 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.