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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Wire to the punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Can,
Patti Smith,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Alison Limerick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.