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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Index,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.