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 Russia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.