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 Japan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Second Layer,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Main Source,
Make Up,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Desert Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.