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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.