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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Birthday Party,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Sixth Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.