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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Warren Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.