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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
CMW,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Raincoats,
Average White Band,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Neu!,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Ohio Players,
The Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.