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 Papua New Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.