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 Italy and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Davy DMX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
John Coltrane,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Ponytail,
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.