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 Oman and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.