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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
the Soft Cell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.