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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Model 500,
MC5,
Newcleus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.