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 Swaziland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Barbara Tucker,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Buckinghams,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.