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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Shoche,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.