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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pussy Galore,
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
This Heat,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.