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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Zeros to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.