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 Portugal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Johnny Clarke,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Inner City,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.