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 Laos 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Iggy Pop 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.