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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Cluster,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Index,
In Retrospect,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Maleditus Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.