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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.