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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Pulsallama to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
Neil Young,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Infiniti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.