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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Glenn Branca,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.