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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boz Scaggs,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minor Threat,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Audionom,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.