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 Paraguay and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Alton Ellis to the rock 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.