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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Monks to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Trumans Water,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
David Bowie,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.