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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 harpsichord 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang of Four,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
UT,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.