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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
June Days,
The Wake,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Althea and Donna,
The Angels of Light,
Davy DMX,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nico,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.