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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Mars,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.