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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mark Hollis,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
Bang On A Can,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MC5,
The Names,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.