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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yusef Lateef,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Q65,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
X-101,
The Fall,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.