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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
ABC,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.