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 Costa Rica and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Music Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.