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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.