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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
the Germs,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.