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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Technova,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Aswad,
Nick Fraelich,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.