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 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
UT,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Bootsy Collins,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Echospace,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.