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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
The Wake,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.