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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Joensuu 1685,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.