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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Suicide,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.