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 Israel and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Malaria!,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Jandek,
The Monks,
Brick,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Dave Gahan,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.