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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Birthday Party to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barry Ungar,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Los Fastidios,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Martian,
X-101,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.