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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 American Breed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Slick Rick,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Index,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Mars,
The Dead C,
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.