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 Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
the Normal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.