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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.