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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
MDC,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Ten City,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.