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 Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Ossler,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Ludus,
Scion,
Joey Negro,
UT,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
The Names,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Stetsasonic,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.