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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Piero Umiliani,
E-Dancer,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.