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 Syria and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quando Quango,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Fear,
Scion,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Audionom,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.