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 Cyprus and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Can,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.