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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
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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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Saccharine Trust,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Green,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
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Ken Boothe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.