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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.