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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Magma,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Brick,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.