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 Marshall Islands and from London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Minutemen,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Evens,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hashim,
H. Thieme,
The Fall,
The Real Kids,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.