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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Dave Gahan,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.