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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
10cc,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.