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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Cameo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.