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 Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arcadia,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
ABBA,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.