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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Cameo,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.