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 Paraguay and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
Drexciya,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
cv313,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Inner City,
X-101,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.