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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mr. Review to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Leonard Cohen,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.