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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Country Teasers,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Can,
Whodini,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.