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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the dance 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Godley & Creme,
The Index,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ohio Players,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Aaron Thompson,
Gichy Dan,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.