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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.