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 Salvador.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Minutemen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Flipper,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Alison Limerick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Sandy B,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
T. Rex,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.