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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
The Toasters,
X-102,
Darondo,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Reagan Youth,
The Wake,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.