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 China and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Agent Orange,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.