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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the punk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
Brass Construction,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Magazine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.