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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Michelle Simonal,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Brass Construction,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.