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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
R.M.O.,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.