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 Romania and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Michelle Simonal,
Can,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.