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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Kenny Larkin,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Aural Exciters,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.