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 Eritrea and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
Siglo XX,
Fluxion,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.