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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Dead Boys to the rap 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Accadde A,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
The Invisible,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.