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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Eddi Front,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.