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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Erykah Badu,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funky Four + One,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.