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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cybotron,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Bauhaus,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.