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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Evens,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.