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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.