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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Albert Ayler,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.