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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Echospace to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Moebius,
The Index,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Desert Stars,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.