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 Burundi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Durutti Column to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.