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 Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Warren Ellis,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Motions,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Ponytail,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.