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 Zimbabwe and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
EPMD,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Bronski Beat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Fugazi,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.