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 Botswana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Bananas,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.