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 Ecuador and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Wire,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Tubeway Army,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
the Association,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Kayak,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.