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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Flash Fearless 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Magazine,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.