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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.