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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Josef K,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minutemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
Maurizio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.