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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blancmange,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.