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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
The Flesh Eaters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.