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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
The Neon Judgement,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Sällskapet,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
The Motions,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
The Count Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Monks,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.