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 Yemen and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
10cc,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Graham Central Station,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.