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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Little Man,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wings,
Mars,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.