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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Eddi Front to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Boredoms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
MDC,
Lyres,
X-102,
Hardrive,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.