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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.