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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
The Sonics,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.