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 India and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse 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?
Archie Shepp,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
UT,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.