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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Franke,
Ituana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.