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 Ghana and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Excepter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Fear,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Reuben Wilson,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.