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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Camberwell Now to the rap 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Fluxion,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.