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 Japan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Icehouse to the electroclash 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
JFA,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.