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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.