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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Victims to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sällskapet,
Trumans Water,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
The Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
PIL,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Newcleus,
The Move,
Scientists,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.