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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.