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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Cybotron,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Franke,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
June of 44,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.