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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.