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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
Suicide,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.