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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
The Names,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lyres,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.