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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Minny Pops,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.