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 Algeria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 The Monochrome Set to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.