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 Algeria and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Visage,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.