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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Birthday Party to the punk 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Young Marble Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
Pole,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.