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 Canada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Monks,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.