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 Uruguay 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dave Gahan,
Siglo XX,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
the Germs,
The Saints,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Rekid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.