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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Ultra Naté,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.