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 Egypt and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Surgeon to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.