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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
Tom Boy,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.