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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Audionom,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
Nas,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
DNA,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.