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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
kango's stein massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.